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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 29
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1997
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Journey
Description walking rapidly, watching anxiously as she went, making sure she was heading toward the last fading light. At last she had to conclude, I'm good and lost! There were a few clumps of bushes here and there, and she decided she had better choose as good a spot as she could find to spend the night, hoping she would not get cold, for although the days were hot, it cooled way down at night With no blanket, it could get miserable. Finding what looked good, she sat down, searching the ground for protruding rocks which would interfere with rest. They will be out looking for me, she reassured herself She took off two petticoats to use for cover, hoping to sleep warmly. Weariness soon won and she slept soundly. The sun was just up when she awakened. Stretching, she looked everywhere, hoping for some sign of the wagons or a searching man on horseback. There was nothing anywhere. Weil, they are going west, that's for sure, and I do know which way that is. I'm going on an oblique, back toward the river, for I know I'm lost because I came back too far yesterday. She walked all day, eating berries constantly, for there was nothing else As the day waned, she knew she must have water and turned toward the river The willows along its bank were not far away now. I'll just go along the river from now on. There will be berries, and I won't have to worry about water. The wagon master said the train would be going due west this week, but would hit a bend in the river later. I'll find them, she told herself stoutly The water was wonderful, and she did find more berries. Those in her basket were about gone, and as long as light lasted, she picked into it. Oh, I do hope Mommsy isn't terribly worried. After all, I am sixteen. Poppa will be furious though. Again, she slept soundly. The following day she did as she had planned and walked along the edge of the prairie close to the river, where she could watch for a glimpse of the wagons or any searchers who might be out. The next day was the same, as was the following one. She often felt very lonely, sometimes filled with anxiety. She 50
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 29
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326578
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